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Welcome to Transformers: Lost and Found! A text-based role-playing game set in the IDW Transformers comics continuity, following the travels of the Lost Light and its crew on their search for the Knights of Cybertron following the end of the Autobot/Decepticon war.

Current events: We accidentally resurrected a long lost evil god that's bent on unmaking reality, aka, Unicron. Oops!

Following the rebirth of Cybertron, Cybertronians across the galaxy have been called back to their home planet. Some of these colonies were formed during the war as military outposts, some were formed in protest to the war, and some were formed long, long ago when the Knights of Cybertron and metrotitans left Cybertron.

The !Lost Lighters hit the Lost Light with a bomb snuck past their defenses in the frame of a mangled pair of cassettes: !Frumble. Without any particular design or reason, a number of the crews were apparently swapped into different bodies.

An artifact of the Knights of Cybertron is detected in the ruins of an ancient tomb, left smack dab in the middle of a great jungle on an organic planet. A crew from the Lost Light is sent to retrieve it, and along the way participate in a classic Indiana Jones-style adventure.

Eight Lost Lighters have am artifact search go south when they find themselves forced to fight. Will the be able to fight for their freedom and well as all the other prisoners, as well as find the artifact?

It has come to my attention that I really have not shared personal information of myself from the past as you have. The thought of asking you to spare some time to tell you has crossed my mind. However, it is instantaneously followed by a rather crippling anxiety. Quite honestly I am not a vocal mech, as you know, so talking about myself can be intimidating. Not to mention I rather not talk all together. However, ou are my amica, so you have a right to know everything that Fantoccini does.

In his habsuite, alone, Fritz sat cross-legged on his berth, cradling his colorful sphere, watching the myriad of shifting hues and shades that shine through its surface. His frame was bent forward, almost as if he was shielding the sphere from the rest of the room, though it wasn't necessary; Frisk wasn't there, either off on duty or stealing something. Fritz wasn't stupid, he noticed the new objects that appeared on his roommate's side of the hab every so often. He curled tighter over his treasure, optics squeezing shut for a moment. But he was, wasn't he? He was stupid. The last couple of interactions he'd had with crewmembers...Gyro looming angrily over him, Waspinator allowing him to lean only because he was distracted by the colored sphere, Lieutenant having to pick him up and watch over him because he'd sprained an ankle joint...Fritz held the sphere so hard against his chassis, all four arms wrapped around it, that it almost seemed like he was trying to shove it into his frame.